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by Ryand-Smith on Mon Mar 05, 2007 9:14 pm
The battleship was flying through the vastness of null-space, its massive length warping the clouds that existed in the vast blackness of FTL space. The ship had arrived in orbit of Terra, its weapons primed, and its cargo bays ready to launch crews of fighters, and assault troopers. The ship was no t as large as the 100 mile long O’Neil cylinder, but its 7 mile length was still impressive, as warships go. The ship orbited the O’Neil Cylinder, as the commander, a canister about 6 feet tall, with a sucker appendence on its head, and several other weapons mounted on its body spoke in a mechanically distorted voice... “I am the commander of this Ship, Stern, from Trantor 4. I have been sent here since wing City has been attacked by several massive forces. I am here to warn them, attack Wing, and I ill fight you. Send ships, and I will show you why the ancient Lord Vader was one to be feared. Will defend my fellow Countryman’s project, and I am here to simply state, Wing City is under Trantor protection. Any attackers must be EXTERMINATED EXTERINATED. EXTERMINATED…� The canister appeared to float temporally, but it calmed down. “Ahem, now my point still stands, Leave the residents of this city Alone….�
The Dalek ended his transmission, as the Trantor Fleet logo appearing over the screen.
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